Booty Call *69 (14 page)

I start to wonder where all this is coming from. Back in the day when we fucked, we just fucked; there weren’t any feelings involved. She never got like this. But now it’s like she’s on some aggressive-possessive type of shit. It wasn’t a problem before when we fucked and I simply got on my way. Now she’s on some wanting-to-know-my-business twenty-four-seven
shit.

“Yo, I’m gonna call you,” I tell her.

Her face saddens, but she keeps her composure. “Aiight, call me, fuck me, whatever,” she dryly replies.

“Yo, what’s up wit’ you?”

“Nothin, just fuckin’ go!” she says sucking her teeth.

I have no more words for her. I grab my jacket and bounce.

I pull up in front of a social club in Canarsie, Brooklyn, around eleven. I see Tyrone’s BMW parked out front, gleaming in the night. I walk in casually, looking around the place for my peoples. The relaxed crowd is made up of city workers and single folks, out to mingle and have a good time in this so-so spot on Rockaway Avenue. I spot Tyrone at the end of the bar, chatting with some girl. He sees me and gestures for me to come over.

“Ja, what’s good?” Tyrone says throwing his arm around me. His female friend looks at me and smiles. “Jakim, this is Lisa. Lisa, this is my boy from way back in da day. We grew up together. This niggah is like my fuckin’ brother.”

Lisa extends her hand toward me. “Nice to meet you,” she says.

“Same here,” I reply, shaking her hand. “Where’s Evay?”

“Dat fat fuck. He should be on his way soon,” Tyrone says. “Yo, what you drinking?”

“Get me a Hennessy and coke.”

“I got you.”

I grab a seat on one of the barstools and wait for my drink. The bartender, a middle aged, bald, black man, takes his sweet time with my
drink.

I begin a conversation with Lisa. She’s mad cool and pretty, too. She’s brown-skinned with braids and resembles Sanaa Lathan a bit. She’s wearing a tight skirt and stilettos, and her tits are mashed together under a brown halter top. I have to admit that I’m attracted to her.

“Jakim, huh?” she says looking at me inquisitively.

“Yeah, dat’s me.”

“Tyrone told me a lot about you.”

“Oh, really?” I say turning to look at Tyrone, who’s wearing a devilish grin. He shrugs his shoulders and calls out to the bartender.

“What did he actually say about me?” I ask.

“That when you come in, I’ll definitely like what I see—and he was right,” she says smiling.

I smile back at her, blushing a little. “I know you must get this a lot, but you know, you look like—”

“Sanaa Lathan?”

“Yes. Y’all could be sisters.” She laughs. I take a sip from my drink and continue chatting with her. Tyrone comes up and gently nudges me in my side, indicating that he wants to speak with me alone for a minute. “Excuse me, Lisa,” I say apologetically.

“No problem,” she replies.

I follow Tyrone to the back where the restrooms are located. “Yo, I hooked you up, son,” he says.

“What you mean?”

“She was on me earlier, sweating a niggah. But I put her on to you—told her dat you were comin’ through in a few and y’all could link up,” he informs me.

“Oh, word?”

“Yeah, niggah. You know we brothers. You my dawg. I know how fucked up you feel about Shana, you know what I’m sayin? You can never call me selfish. I’m lookin’ out for you first, ‘cause you deserve it. I’m helping you get through this.”

I chuckle. “She ain’t a prostitute?”

“Nah, niggah. She good. Yo, go get dat number. I got another surprise for you later on.”

“Damn, niggah—what, it’s my birthday or somethin? You Santa Clause now?” I joke.

“I’m in a good mood, Jakim. Fo’ real.”

I walk back over to Lisa and we continue to talk. I know she’s feeling me. She’s very flirtatious, always touching and feeling on me in a playful manner. I rub on her thigh subtly as I down my fourth drink for the night. She doesn’t leave my side…and Tyrone is getting drunker by the minute.

Around one in the morning, Evay comes trotting in the place. He looks nervous and edgy. He walks up to Tyrone and acts like he doesn’t see me. “Tyrone, I gotta holla at you fo’ a minute,” he says.

“Evay, what’s up? You don’t see a niggah?!” I exclaim.

“Oh, Jakim, I didn’t even recognize you.” He moves toward me and gives me dap, but the look on his face is nonchalant. He continues to talk to Tyrone. They eventually step outside for more privacy.

“What was that about?” Lisa asks.

I shrug my shoulders and move closer to her. “So, what turns you on?” I ask, forgetting about Tyrone and Evay.

“The way you look at and talk to me,” she says passionately. I just grin.

After about fifteen minutes, I start getting curious about Tyrone and Evay. “Excuse me for a moment,” I say to Lisa.

“Not a problem. I was about to leave anyway,” she states.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” She collects her things and follows me out the door. When we get outside, I see Tyrone and Evay talking by the BMW. I take a closer look, and it appears that Evay is in tears. Then I see Tyrone suddenly smack the shit out of Evay. “Yo, yo, Tyrone, what’s up?!” I holler, briskly walking toward them.

“Jakim, this ain’t none of your business,” Tyrone chides.

“But what’s da deal with Evay? Why you smackin’ him up?”

“Dis niggah’s a fool, dat’s why.”

“Yo, Ty, let me expl—” Tyrone slaps the shit out of him again before he can say anything else.

“Shut da fuck, up!” Tyrone shouts. I’m clueless. I look over at Lisa, who just stands there staring, looking unaffected by the whole thing as she waits for me.

“Yo, Ja, walk Lisa to her car. I ain’t going nowhere. I’m gonna finish talking to Evay,” Tyrone says flatly.

I’m reluctant to leave. Evay just stands there like a big baby, allowing Tyrone to smack him up. I slowly make my way back over to Lisa. I glance over my shoulder at Evay. He looks so pitiful.

I walk Lisa a block away to her car, a silver Honda Accord. We stop and gaze at each other for a moment. “Look, what happened back there, that’s y’alls business. I’m only interested in you.” She reaches into her purse and pulls out a pen and a piece of paper. She quickly jots down her number. “Call me,” she says placing her number in my hand. “We can have fun together.” She leans forward and gives me a kiss on the lips.

I watch her get in her car and drive off. I quickly make my way back to Tyrone. He’s alone when I get there. “Where’s Evay?” I ask him.

Looking very annoyed, he says, “I told that bitch-ass niggah to get da fuck from out my face and go somewhere, before I end up really hurting his ass. But anyway, niggah, you got dat number or what?” he adds, his expression doing an instant three-sixty.

“Yeah, I got dat number,” I say.

“My niggah. I’m tryin’ to hook you up wit’ some pussy, son. Lisa’s a bad bitch. I know her pussy is off da hook. But c’mon, niggah, ride wit’ me,” he suggests.

“What about my car?”

“Leave it—ain’t nobody gonna fuck wit’ it.” I get in the car with Tyrone without asking any further questions. He throws in a Jay-Z CD and drives north up Rockaway Avenue.

“Yo, what was dat shit about with Evay?”

“Nothin’, he just a fuck-up sometimes. Don’t stress it, Jakim.”

I don’t. I just ride along with him and let it be. It’s his business. I’ll probably talk to Evay about it later on anyway. I’ll leave it alone tonight, since Tyrone’s acting like it’s my birthday.

We drive to Bed-Stuy, and he pulls up to that same three-story brownstone on Decatur Street with the three beautiful ladies. “What we doin’ here again?” I ask.

Tyrone smirks and steps out of the car. Once again I follow him back up the steps and inside the building. The front door is already unlocked, and we proceed on. We walk down the hallway and into the living room.

“What’s up, ladies,” Tyrone says. Mandy, Sweet and Milk are all
present. They’ve all made it back safely from their drug runs. Sweet is seated on the couch, smoking on a cancer stick. Mandy is lounging on the floor against the couch, munching on some cookies. And Milk just sits in a La-Z Boy chair, in a pair of pink panties and a skimpy, blue T-shirt. All three of them are watching television.

“Hey, Jakim,” Milk says greeting me cheerfully.

“What’s up, love,” I happily reply.

Tyrone throws one arm around my shoulder. “Niggah, I noticed you clockin’ my bitches hard the other day when they got undressed.” I smile sheepishly. “Yeah, niggah, I saw you lookin’, gettin’ all excited and shit. Dey do look good,” he adds. I remain silent. “Go ahead, Jakim—pick one.”

“What?”

“Go ahead, choose a bitch. You know you wanna fuck one of ‘em, niggah. Pick one,” he says persuasively. “Or do you want all three at once?”

I chuckle. “Damn, Ty, you tryin’ to bury a niggah.”

“I know you ain’t scared of no pussy. Stop being modest, niggah, and get your dick sucked or somethin’,” Tyrone says. “Milk, c’mere.” Milk gets out of the chair and walks toward us. She stands in front of me and Tyrone while the other two ladies continue watching TV. “He’s cute, right?” Tyrone asks her.

“Yeah, he’s really cute,” Milk responds, smiling flirtatiously at me.

“You wanna fuck him?”

“I’ll do more than fuck him,” Milk says seductively.

“There you go, niggah. Do you,” Tyrone says egging me on. “Or do you want another bitch? Mandy, you c’mere, too.” Mandy gets up from the floor and joins us. “My niggah here wanna get wit’ you—you down?” Tyrone
asks her. She immediately nods. “See, niggah, I’m hookin’ you up wit’ that threesome. You ever had a threesome before, Jakim?” Tyrone asks me.

Honestly, I never have. I dreamt about it, but Shana, she wasn’t down with rubbing up against another woman. She always claimed that she was strictly dickly. I can’t front, though; I’m truly excited about the offer. Mandy and Milk, damn, they’re gorgeous. And it has been a few hours since I got mine, even though being with Latish is enough. But the idea of a threesome has me on cloud nine.

“Yo, y’all, take this niggah upstairs to the master bedroom, and do y’all thing. And please, don’t take it easy on my man; he knows what he’s doing,” Tyrone says before walking over to Sweet, who’s still seated on the couch. Mandy and Milk grab me by both my arms and lead me up the stairs.

As soon as we enter the master bedroom, they’re all over me, shedding my clothing and molesting me. Milk pushes me onto the king-sized bed and pulls down my jeans. My dick is in her mouth in no time.

Mandy takes care of me up top. She sucks on my nipples, chest and neck, and then slowly straddles my face, lowering her shaved pussy onto my lips. I eat her out for about ten minutes, as she gyrates her thick, bare hips against my jaw. “Aaaaaahhh…Aaaaaahhh….mmmmmm…” she pants and moans, pressing her hands against my chest.

Milk is doing her thing below, deep-throating my dick like a porn star, and then tea-bagging my nuts in her mouth. She raises my legs in the air, cocking them back like I’m a bitch. Then her mouth and tongue go from my balls to the center of my ass. Her tongue penetrates my asshole gently. I squirm and wiggle from the intense sensation. I have to stop eating Mandy out; I’m distracted by this new feeling. This is my first time ever getting my salad tossed.

Mandy raises herself up off my face and gently starts licking my chest. Then she begins sucking on my dick while Milk continues to eat out my ass. “Ooh….my God,” I cry out like a bitch. “SHIT! Oh SHIT! Oh…my…God!”

I clutch the bed sheets tightly, closing my eyes with my legs still cocked back. Milk is showing me no mercy. She twirls her tongue around in my ass and I want to jump up, but Mandy holds me down as she sucks my dick like a fuckin’ vacuum.

This pure bliss goes on for about fifteen minutes. I know Tyrone must hear me downstairs. Milk is the first to straddle me; she comes down on my dick and lets out a loud scream. She places her hands on my stomach and slowly starts to ride me. Mandy straddles my chest, facing Milk, and they begin to tongue each other down and fondle one another’s breasts. I push on Mandy’s back as I fuck Milk. Moments later, Mandy jumps on the dick and I begin fuckin’ her, while Milk sucks on her nipples.

We fuck in position after position, rolling around on satin sheets and getting sweaty like there’s no tomorrow. I fuck both hoes in the ass and ram my dick down their throats repeatedly. When it’s all said and done, I come in Milk’s mouth and without hesitation, she swallows my babies down her throat.

Moments later, I watch the two of them go at it, eating each other out in the sixty-nine position. With a bottle of Moet in my hand, I sit back and enjoy the show.

I pass out on the king-sized bed about an hour later. I wake up around seven in the morning between Mandy and Milk, who are still naked and nestled against me. I have a wicked hangover. I almost consumed that entire bottle of Moet. I have to force myself out of the bed.